[ his voice registers in the same way the a swarm of mosquitos does on a hot summer night — a faint buzz in the background that she's hoping will disappear if she ignores it long enough. of course, that'd be making things way too easy and the universe never likes to do that. ]
I was kind of hoping for that.
[ america follows through with one final kick, but of course, it's no use. the only thing that happens is a bit of loose dust flying off and coating the bottom of her sneakers. she gives a look of distaste to her ruined kicks before crossing her arms and turning to loki. ]
Something tells me you're not responsible this time.
[ or is he? because if there's ever a right time to confess, it'd be now, while she's still less inclined to play rock 'em sock 'em with his head. no promises if she finds out later. ]
quelle surprise
I was kind of hoping for that.
[ america follows through with one final kick, but of course, it's no use. the only thing that happens is a bit of loose dust flying off and coating the bottom of her sneakers. she gives a look of distaste to her ruined kicks before crossing her arms and turning to loki. ]
Something tells me you're not responsible this time.
[ or is he? because if there's ever a right time to confess, it'd be now, while she's still less inclined to play rock 'em sock 'em with his head. no promises if she finds out later. ]